A selection of random thoughts with no apparent connection…I once called them “shorties”, short wanderings of my mind.
I have to say this with all authority. Whatever it will be, that you are thinking to do, don't do the bathroom renovation. It's a horror story spiced up with some domestic violence scenes that involve breaking walls, floors, ceilings and tiles. My house is suffering that "seventies syndrome" and it shows in the bathroom more then anywhere else. Agonisingly distasteful. So, when I started the Project Of The Century, I was meant to wave the magic wand and fix the bathroom instantly. Apparently, to make the ugly things pretty, one has to make them more ugly first. I’m now past the Very Ugly phase though, but trust me it was truly ugly. Lots of mess. But hey, the bigger the project, the bigger the mess, the greater satisfaction when it is finished (mostly satisfaction from the relief you don't have to do it again anywhere soon).
You know, what's amusing: I've been working really hard on the bathroom for the whole last week, every day, after work, promptly till after midnight, was exhausted like no other. But then when I started to think about what exactly was it that I managed to complete...it doesn't feel like a lot. Not at all. In fact, it is nothing but a nuisance, if you'd think of it. So perhaps, eventually, once it’s all over, I will see it all as a "breeze". For if you measure in visible results, it comes a lot less then when you measure in time and effort. Enough of the renovation issues.
People would usually say they’d like to be young again. When I was 18, wisdom was nowhere near my brains. If I'd to choose the age I'd like to time-travel back, it's got to be something about 35, methinks. I liked my 35, it was a year of successes and realisations and I felt powerful.
Someone said I’m built for comfort in response to my explanation of why I do not feel too comfortable in my skin. A new way to say I’m fat and this one I actually like. In the end of a day comfort is my inner religion. And if it declares itself externally, I’m okay with it.
Once again had a chance to observe the proof of the statement: “A lot of guys think the larger a woman's breasts are, the less intelligent she is. I don't think it works like that. I think it's the opposite. I think the larger a woman's breasts are, the less intelligent the men become. “
I think, leaps of faith are often overestimated. Faith in what exactly? In the safe landing? Of course, when one leaps, they will have to land somewhere. The trick is not in trusting that you land in a safe place, but that wherever you’d land, you will be capable of dealing with. So essentially, the leap of faith is no more then a faith in self, trust that you’re strong enough, smart enough and capable. Personally, once I figured out that the only faith I can possibly be a follower is the trust in myself, any leap comes to a simple question of “if I’d fail, can I handle it”. And where I am not sure, I simply do not leap. Until I am sure.
We all think we are afraid to fly, when in truth all we are afraid is – to fall.